2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

In the dim room, the blood-stained glass door was pushed to one side. The bishop in gray classical robes stood on the balcony, looking at the figure on the high wall in the distance with blood spurting out from his neck and falling down, frowning. , the expression is very complicated.

"Did you...did you see it?" Eugene swallowed, his eyes widening.

"Yes." The bishop glanced sideways at the man's body lying on the floor behind him and nodded slightly.

Just now, the moment the man roared, the young man in the distance who was supporting the deputy director of the Special Branch suddenly turned his head and looked here, his eyes as glaring as the sun.

That look made his heartbeat stop for a beat.

Fortunately, at the next moment, blood burst out from the young man's neck, and he died suddenly on the spot.

"I didn't expect...it turned out to be golden eyes." The bishop licked the corners of his lips, excitement slowly emerging in his dark brown eyes.

Just about ten minutes ago, Shenzi sent news that the Special Branch intern did have the "eyes of the gods." However, he seemed to be entangled. The message he sent back was very brief, and he did not reply to follow-up inquiries.

After some thought, the bishop decided to trust the Son of God’s judgment and temporarily changed his target to the little-known young intern.

To be honest, it was very difficult to make this decision. He wanted to go back on his word several times and kill the original and safest target. It wasn't that he was indecisive, it was just that everything was just too weird.

Those are the eyes of gods. You must know that there are only three people recorded in the world, and there is only one owner of the golden eyes until now.

A genius with such potential was placed as an intern in a small branch of the Special Branch, and even after entering the first-level alert state, he was allowed to run around in a crisis-ridden city. Could it be that the top brass of the Menxia City Government and the Special Branch were all worried about this? Are you eating dry food?

But... what if he really has golden eyes?

Every city in China has a special bureau, and each special bureau has a director and deputy director, but there are only two Golden Pupils in the world.

When the bishop leaned over and pinched the middle-aged man's knife blade against his neck, he was actually still struggling in his heart.

His thoughts turned thousands of times in an instant, and finally he decided on his goal out of his trust in the Son of God and the strong desire for gambling deep in his heart.

So he moved the blade to the side of the man's neck.

Now it looks like the result is perfect.

The bishop raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh, looking extremely happy.

...

On the high wall that separates the world from purgatory, a middle-aged man stood there blankly, his eyes dim, like a lifelike doll.

The deputy director of the Special Branch, who was usually unsmiling and always seemed to be calm and serious, showed a look of fear and confusion in front of his subordinates for the first time.

"Isn't it right? It shouldn't be like this..." Half of Yan Yiming's body was stained red with blood, and there was no trace of life on his pale face:

"Why...why do you want to kill him?"

After asking this question softly, his face suddenly distorted slightly, as if he was questioning someone: "Why do you want to kill him... Why do you want to kill him..."

The expression on the man's face became more and more ferocious, until he finally became distorted and almost inhuman: "Why don't you kill me!!!"

Hysterical roars echoed throughout the neighborhood, only to be swallowed up by a loud bang the next moment.

The rock lion, who was half-kneeling on the ground and holding Yan Muyun's body, shrank his pupils. He waved his hand forward suddenly, and a solid earth wall rose up in front of the three of them.

The next moment, the ground shook, and violent air waves carried dust and swallowed everything in sight instantly.

Viewed from the sky, a circular shock wave spread from the center of the scorched earth to all sides, sweeping hundreds of square kilometers in an instant.

The tall buildings shook, all the windows were broken, and the trees were uprooted, creating a doomsday scene.

The meteor gun fell to the ground.

...

After an unknown amount of time, the aftermath finally subsided.

At the edge of the scorched earth, the high wall that blocked the magma and flames was thinned by nearly half. On the top of it, there was half a thick mound, which seemed to be several meters thick, but there was nothing around it.

Hundreds of meters away, in the center of the unrecognizable street, trees, cars and other debris were piled high together, like a fortress.

After a moment, the fortress collapsed, and a middle-aged man wearing a broken black trench coat and a simple splint on his left leg flew out.

He looked around blankly at first, then his eyes gradually returned to clarity, and his face became as gloomy as water.

Without any warning, a woman wearing a black combat uniform suddenly appeared beside him, with a cold voice: "Are you okay?"

Yan Yiming slowly shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Where is my brother?"

Wu Shisan hesitated for a moment: "You should be with the rock lion. I saw a stone ball on the way here, but I thought you were injured, so I came over here first."

"Lead the way." Yan Yiming nodded expressionlessly.

Soon the two came to a tall building. In the center of the building, a mottled stone ball was firmly embedded inside, with only a small half exposed outside.

As if it felt the two people coming, the surface of the stone ball began to peel off, and soon the scene inside was revealed.

"Are you all okay?" Rock Lion was lying in the stone ball, his voice was a little weak, and he seemed to be injured.

Yan Yiming nodded to indicate that he was fine, then took a look inside, and his already ashen face became even more ugly.

"Where's my brother?" His voice was trembling.

"Ah?" Yanshi asked subconsciously, then he realized something and his face gradually became stiff.

The three of them were silent, and the atmosphere became deathly silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Shi was the first to speak: "That stone wall should be able to protect the three of us. But for some reason, a powerful force suddenly came from in front of me, and my entire body was blown away. It flew out..."

Yan Yiming said nothing, but Wu Shisan nodded: "Me too."

There was no warning at the time, and her body was thrown directly into the turbulent air waves. If she hadn't reacted in time and teleported to a nearby building, she might have been knocked to the outer wall of the surrounding high-rise building and died.

"The enemy has taken action again." Yan Yiming's tone was calm, but the twitching of the muscles on his cheeks revealed that his inner emotions were on the verge of exploding.

The moment the meteor gun landed, the enemy hiding somewhere took action again, using telekinesis or other means to push the three of them into a shock wave that surged like a sea tide.

Fortunately, the three of them were all elites among the elites of the Special Branch, and each of them survived the natural disaster-like hurricane by their own means.

But... Yan Muyun's body was...

Yan Yiming slowly closed his eyes and bent over in pain. The boundless grief and anger almost occupied his entire brain. If it hadn't been for decades of time, he would have lost his mind and would have turned into a black hole to swallow up the entire city and bury the people behind the scenes with him.

Thirty years, my brother has been sleeping for thirty years.

Now he finally woke up and could continue his life, but his life was taken away for no reason, and not even his body could be left behind after death.

"Yanju..."

"do not speak."

"Yanju..."

Yan Yiming raised his head and stared at his subordinate with bloodshot eyes.

Wu Shisan was so frightened by his gaze that his breath froze, but he still managed to calm down and continued: "All the blood on your body is gone."

Seeing that the other party was getting angry, she quickly added: "It's clean, there's no trace left."

Yan Yiming was stunned when he heard this. Half of his body was obviously stained with blood. Even if part of it was blown away by the air wave, there was no way that none of it was left behind.

He looked down at his side and reached out to touch his cheek, but he didn't see any red at all.

"Don't move." Wu Shisan's eyes suddenly widened, he took two steps forward and reached out to touch his head.

Yan Yiming frowned slightly, but did not stop him.

Wu Shisan moved his fingers away from his hair, and then seemed to find something, and his breathing became a little faster.

Yan Yiming was confused and subconsciously raised his head, only to see a small, almost invisible drop of scarlet blood floating in the air, rising higher and higher.

"Follow...go over and have a look." His lips trembled and his voice sounded like he was talking in his sleep.